Sandra Adams Poet Prose Poetry

Morpheus

I feel as though I am lingering in the shadows of life, and whatever it is that plagues me. A mystery, unfounded within the confines of this body and mind now possess my every thought. I hold my hands towards the shadows wondering if it could be death's hand grasping for mine, waiting to take me through another life. A life beyond my comprehension. 
        I see stars, not of night, but of confusion and the grasp of reality as it sets upon me like sun at dusk. I am flushed the same shade of crimson beneath the surface of this pale-mooned skin. My appearance as gloomy as a spring morning, yet the morning clears more frequently than me.
      I feel my heart, not beating on a normal path, but pounding, as if it's trying to escape without me. It speaks to me in a faint whisper by daybreak, yet I have no answers.
    My hands are held above me in desperation and despair alike, as I feed myself several little pieces of bottled hope. I sigh within my frown, not knowing if it's a new beginning or quick end, but I edge on, lurking in the shadows, still feeling ill.

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Danesh Morgan September 4, 2013 at 7:22 PM its good that you are better and we get a chance to be with you

Allan Koven August 29, 2013 at 9:50 AM How well you tell your story. Illness cuts through to the quick and often times leaks new insight. You captured and communicated this emotional upheaval in your life through a terrific poem. Excellent. Allan Sandra Adams August 29, 2013 at 10:36 AM thank you so much Allan...it was a battle i won but will never forget! Hugs

Saanvi Dua August 20, 2013 at 9:41 AM WoW!! Enjoyed stopping by reading this wonderful and powerful write of yours !! :))).........................Saanvi :p Sandra Adams August 20, 2013 at 3:24 PM thank you so much...there is a story behind this piece, perhaps that is why it flowed more powerful than other works of mine :)

Honestly J.T. August 19, 2013 at 11:13 PM I sincerely hope you feel better Sandra Adams August 20, 2013 at 3:27 PM thank you so much...I had been ill, and it took the drs too long to figure it out...the meds kept me alive (thankfully) and by the time they figured out it was my heart, it cleared itself...it still lingers in my mind though, every headache or lightheaded or nauseated moment worries me....

Ravi Sathasivam August 19, 2013 at 10:02 PM Excellent. Well said. Enjoyed reading it. Tfs Sandra Adams August 20, 2013 at 3:27 PM thank you so much for stopping by to read and respond to my piece :)

Karen Anglesey August 19, 2013 at 8:33 PM Sandra, this is a wow...you have expressed the subject perfectly. I found it very moving and haunting to read. Very fine use of metaphor ...have a great evening :) Sandra Adams August 20, 2013 at 3:28 PM thank you so much Karen :)

Ken Carroll August 19, 2013 at 7:33 PM Hi Sandra, Dark but nice write as I think we've all had a dark night of the soul..Nicely done.. Ken.. Sandra Adams August 20, 2013 at 3:30 PM Thank you Ken...we all experience the dark and light of life...just helps inspire poetry :)